Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.